this is the panorama

we can't wait for andre, cos we could be waiting for a long time...

in motion

around 7tonnes of carbon to end up exactly where the starting point had been

on the way

the stars let themselves be eclipsed by tiny stand-by lights reflected on the windscreen. head against the window, i dream of creatures coming out of the darkness. giant wooden thrones hiding in the eucalyptus forest, kings and queens forming out of clouds to take their place. life is a series of surreal moments invented by my brainwaves. easy come, easy go.

flashback

a meeting in the port tells me old friends are now: running service stations, managing 5-star hotels, defrauding banks, in mental hospitals, middle aged.

i see within myself alternative lives hiding in the corners unfolding in imagined landscapes. in one i am a famous architect, in another a lonely alcoholic, in yet another mother of boys and girls now in high school, owner of a seedy bar, married to a drug dealer, elephant hunter, snake charmer, school teacher, housewife extraordinnaire, kung-fu fighter, cabaret singer, international secret agent...... long distance runner.

signs

tv goes on, and the screen shows this sentence: "South Africa. It is possible"